COFFEE WITH KEITH
All right, ladies and gentlemen. It … is … time.
On your mark. … Get set. … Are you ready?
Undoubtedly the craziest shopping weekend of the year is upon us as we prepare to battle Black Friday, Small Business Saturday and Cyber Monday. Of course, the festive activities already got their start yesterday, on Thanksgiving no less, as the store deals started on Thursday.
It’s now called Black Friday on Thursday.
I continue to scratch my head.
I once actually heard someone say her family moved the traditional Thanksgiving dinner to Wednesday so they could shop on Thursday … and Friday. She also said she shopped for 26 hours straight. Straight.
Marathon runners take note. Twenty-six hours of shopping takes more stamina than 26 miles of running any day.
I asked her if the 26 hours meant one hour of shopping and 25 hours of standing in line.
She smiled. She chuckled. She didn’t really answer.
Twenty-six hours? Talk about shop ‘til you drop!
Oftentimes, I don’t like shopping for 26 minutes.
My Black Friday on Thursday shopping experiences have been limited. But I’ve tried it a couple of times – mostly unwillingly.
I’ve fought other customers for items, stood in long lines, paid out oodles of money for something advertised as a great deal … No wonder it’s now called Turkey Day by some.
Now don’t get me wrong. I actually do enjoy some limited holiday shopping, especially when my grandsons came into the picture.
What’s not to like about getting to shop for train sets again? Or remote control dinosaurs? Or Tonka trucks? Or whiffle balls and bats?
Even Paw Patrol stuff is OK.
Remember, I’m the father of two girls so I had years of shopping for Barbie, Care Bears, My Little Pony and Strawberry Shortcake.
Don’t get me wrong. There’s absolutely nothing wrong with that, and it was fun.
But Hot Wheels? Yes!
I also enjoy Christmas shopping for my wife and have been paid many a compliment by store clerks over the decades for my taste in things like clothing and taking painstaking time matching a skirt with a blouse or a sweater with a pair of pants.
I think I had a streak going one time of a dozen or so years when I was complimented at least once during the holiday season by a clerk who was impressed with how I coordinated things. I’ve already been complimented once earlier this month as I began my shopping for Nancy a little early – in an effort to avoid the hustle and bustle of rush month.
“Wish my husband cared enough to do that.”
Yeah, yeah. My wife doesn’t know how lucky she is.
Uh huh. …
The Christmas season is, well, the Christmas season. It’s my favorite time of the year.
I love the decorations, the music, the activities.
I used to love the snow and crisp air – but we don’t have cold weather here in Texas. Nope. It hasn’t been cold here yet, and this will be my fourth winter in the Hill Country.
I’m looking forward to walking the Hill Country Mile while it’s decorated in its holiday glory. And this weekend’s Dickens on Main? Can’t wait!
Yes, ‘tis the season to be jolly.
But, Thanksgiving is a special time, too. It’s too bad it’s getting crowded out as Halloween gains in popularity and Christmas keeps expanding on the commercial front.
Thanksgiving is a day set aside to give thanks for our bounty – and we all have bounty in which to be thankful.
In fact, I’m thankful for Thanksgiving. …
OK, back to shopping.
I may or may not dabble in the Black Friday or Small Business Saturday madness this year. I’ve heard rumblings from my wife that … we … may … venture …
But, whether we do or don’t this weekend, I’ll be out in full force in December doing my personal shopping thing.
Being the old-fashioned guy I am, I still prefer being out and about as opposed to ordering online. I do both, but the face to face is more enjoyable – during the Christmas season.
It’s just that there’s always all this pushing and shoving and cutting in line and grabbing and selfishness and humbugness.
I just hope I don’t hurt anyone!
As always, thanks for reading.